Saturday, March 15, 2025

Retail Therapy, or, Death in three acts, draft no. 1

 (From the archives)

Context: This text exchange took place at the start of my first writer’s weekend I committed to take.  Just before, I had been selling items on Facebook Marketplace to raise money for Krissie’s painting.


Friday

Percell, 5:05 pm:

Could I see the plates?

And would $40 do?

Mum is British so

You can imagine we have much china.

This flower just happens to be my favorite

I’m with my sister-in-law

Who is dying of cancer today

 

Poet, 5:21 pm: Peonies are my favorite,

too! It has been hard waiting for

people who say they will come then don’t.

If you can come tonight,

Friday, forty would do.

 

Percell, 5:45 pm: waiting for my sister to arrive

do not want to cut short time to see her

I will come tomorrow early

or afternoon, if Saturday works for you

Then I can stay with her

tonight

 

Poet, 5:52 pm: Monday would be much better – anytime

between 9 am and 6 pm would do.

Price would be $45.

My time Saturday is limited

My husband is away, and I fear

I will squander my writer’s weekend

checking Facebook messages

 

Percell, 5:58 pm: I thought it was $49 for all.

It says 10 settings, unless I am reading it wrong.

Mon thru Thur I work 10 hour days

6 am – 5 pm.

 

Poet, 7:04 pm: I did not mean to underline.

Not sure why it did that. It was

a discount.

I could text you when I’m through groceries

Tomorrow.

 

Percell, 9:30 pm: Thank you, Hon. Afternoon

tomorrow will be fine

I’ll leave Waupaca and head east

when you say you’re back home

Just 20 min from me on 441

 

Saturday

Poet, 2:15 pm: Should be home

in 15 minutes

Groceries away by 2:45 pm. If you could come

around then, would be great.

 

Percell, 2:32 pm: Hon, she was airlifted to

Theda Clark here.

Not good

Can I come at 4:30 pm?
Still haven’t been able to see her yet

 

Poet, 2:59 pm: Of course.

I hope to nap then walk nearby

with my son. Give me a ring 10-15 min

before you arrive

To be sure I am here

 

Percell, 3:22 pm: I’m hoping to get there still today

Honey

 

Percell, 4:07 pm : We still haven’t seen her.

I think tomorrow may work better.

 

Poet, 4:19 pm: I’ve written a poem

and napped, so

recharged enough to flex

 

Poet, 6:25 pm: I’m up until at least 9:15 pm if that helps.

I’ve set the dishes on the table and have packing paper to wrap them in

And boxes

 

Percell, 8:33 pm: we are just leaving the hospital

Doesn’t look like our girl will make it

Another day

Praying and hopeful, but

it’s bad. If it’s ok I will come

Tomorrow. I’m excited about them so I’ll try to be there before 1 pm.

 

Poet, 8:39 pm: You bet. See you tomorrow.

 

Sunday

Percell, 9:55 am: Is it possible

To have the dishes already boxed?

And someone put them in

My car for me? I have back issues.

Her tubes are being pulled today so I

trust you that they are as you said

but I don’t have slot of time.

I have a $50 bill

Don’t worry about the $1.

You have been amazing to work with.

 

Poet, 10:08 am: I can box for you

And my son can carry.

We’ll be home

By 10:45 am.

 

Percell, 10:12 am: I will let you know

When I leave.

 

Poet, 11:35 am: I’ve boxed it up

And ready to go. I left one set out

For you to see, that I can

Wrap up quickly. Here’s a picture of

What I wrapped up. (The row of

Chipped ones are off the fabric

Not included in the count above.)

 

Percell,11:35 am: Oh it’s beautiful

Thank you

It’s beautiful. They are

Pulling the plug at noon.

I’ll let you know.

 

Percell, 12:30 pm: We still haven’t

Pulled it yet. This waiting

 

Poet, 12:46 pm: you’re good.

I will just be here doing paperwork.

 

Percell,1:26 pm: If it gets

Too late, let me know

Still hanging on

 

Percell, 1:52 pm: Is now

Too late to come

 

Poet, 2:00 pm: Now is

Perfectly fine with me

 

Percell, 2:02 pm: On my wAy

 

Percell, 2:50 pm: In the

Driveway. The wind is kicking me.

If your son could bring out

That would be great.

 

Poet, 3:29 pm: In one of the boxes

I brought out there’s a quilted pillow sham

That sort of goes with the set

And inside it

A framed “Jesus and the Lamb”

And a sympathy poem I wrote

A while back and thought appropriate

Given everything

Didn’t want you to think they were there

By accident 




 

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Bear Hug Get Well

 To Alden and Claire when I learned they were under the weather on our Zoom call to London, sent with a bear hug card:


We trust you're feeling better

by the time you get this letter.

But even if you no longer have the bug,

Anytime's a good one for a hug. 



Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Somersaulting with God, draft no. 1

When I was a child

on the lawn of our Lyman cottage

I would plant my bare feet onto Dad’s shoes

Grab his big hands, crawl

up the wall of his legs

Turn backflip off his waist

Giggling

 

When I prayed in our group last night

I felt like that girl

Somersaulting off God’s knees

As he held me close

 

My soul vaults on God

I am his beloved daughter

No surer trunk will ever be found

I shall spin and laugh out loud

Forever


Sunday, January 19, 2025

Two Rivers Beach Walk 1/17/25, draft no. 1


Low low the sun goes

bright orange bleeds the skies

frozen sand neglects to sink

I'm sturdy, arms up high

D O  D O  D O  the sand prints read

to my dyslexic mind

Perhaps there is an "I" ahead 

where a young couple wed--

It's really just some shoe prints, trailing

down and down the beach.

How often I'm mistaken 

about hieroglyphs I see.

The pink clouds glow much fainter

Shells splay like open palms

I fashion Y E S with driftwood,

cove-sheltered where it's calm. 

Loneliness is scary

But solitude's a dance

I'd stay right here forever

If I had the chance. 




Bliss's 50th Birthday Poem (50 words long)*

 Never have we e’er seen Bliss:

hair amiss

husband dissed

spout off and now someone’s pissed

hang back when it’s time to greet

“Here I am,” spout, “Aren’t I neat?!”

Only one thing can explain

Bliss’ extraordinary frame

God, who’s got her in His grip,

And 50 years His craftsmanship


*A joint effort by Graham and Jen